I didn’t. With the new suit acting at the speed of my thought (where it could), I might be faster than normal people, but Nanosecond was faster than I was.
I’d been hoping her name was just marketing.
She ran at me, moving too quickly for me to see much more than a blur of long hair and fists. Her hands hit the suit in a string of blows that reminded me of the sound of rain but weren’t doing much of anything to my armor. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 45
“I…” Checking the armor’s status report, I learned that while the rocket fuel systems had been fully repaired, I had less fuel than I thought.
I hadn’t designed it with as much fuel as the Rocket suit to begin with, so losing some made more of a dent in the total supply. Did I have enough to fly up ten floors, maybe a little more?
Yes. Probably. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 44
“Are they alive?” I asked as we ran upward.
She glanced back at me, “Yes.”
We turned the corner on the stairwell, our steps echoing, and came across the bodies. Hers were easy to tell from mine. Mine didn’t move, but he stared as we stepped over them, some caught mid-frown or mid-smile. Hers were pale and breathing slowly as they lay there in their black uniforms, bulging where armor protected them.
On a whim, I checked if they had codpieces. They did. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 43
It wasn’t hard to keep up with her. The biggest issue was remembering to keep my head down so that I didn’t hit the ceiling. It’d be a shame to trash one of the paintings above the landings. Destroying a window was one thing. Glass could be replaced, but the paintings couldn’t.
“What’s with the extra-large suit?” Amy asked over the comm.
“Nothing. I wanted to try it and it fit V4’s theme. V8’s mech is even larger.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 42
I wondered if I should smash the window. It seemed a little bit overboard to smash it just because it was so covered by construction dust that I couldn’t see through it, but while the V4 had many abilities, I hadn’t thought to include tools for window washing.
As of last night, it now included the ability to spray holy water, but I didn’t want to waste it on washing a window. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 41
Amy paused before responding, but then said, “If he’s fine with it? What if he’s not and you still need help?”
Memories of The Thing That Eats converting people I knew into alternate bodies for itself flashed through my head. “Let’s just say there’s a point where I’m going to ignore him and call in anyone I can get, but before that, I’m going to try to pull in any local heroes I can get. I mean, Skunk Lord’s around here somewhere.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 6
I thought about that. “Don’t the police have their own researchers? I mean, you said they’ve faced a lot of undead around here. You’d think they’d hire someone or, I don’t know, go to the library?”
Mateo laughed, “I think they’ve done all of that, but the supernatural community doesn’t let much information out. They’ve got a whole school for wizards that doesn’t even talk to us and none of our magical types are allowed to go there.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 5
Trying to keep him guessing, I interpreted the question as literally as possible. “It does not help me remember. What do you mean by faking ‘it’?”
Dr. Hansen began to move his left arm upward toward the gun, mostly likely to steady it so that he could shoot me. I had no time left to wait. I was just about to use the stealth suit (concealed as jeans, a long sleeved t-shirt, and a jacket) to lean forward and throw the desk at him, but I didn’t have to. Continue reading Loose Ends: Part 2
She frowned. “And you know, preventing Lee from finding something out isn’t the only reason the previous Bloodmaidens might not tell me something. It’s just as possible that they made an arrangement with him to push me in some direction. All they have to do is give or withhold the right information at the right time.”
Shaking her head, she pushed herself off the stool. “Anyway, that’s all I’ve got. Unless you need anything else, I should go to bed.”
I shook my head. “That’s all for me. I should sleep too. I know I’ve got stuff to hand in tomorrow. If I go to bed soon, I’ll be able to do it tomorrow morning.”
And with that, we both left, me to my room and her to her car. Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 9
She passed me the die and I looked down at it where it sat on my palm. It felt warm, warmer than my hand and the room anyway.
Then an idea struck me. “Could you make it glow when I touch it? It doesn’t have to be much—ideally about as much as it would when the uh… donor comes near.”
Amy scowled. “Now? If you’d asked me before, it would have been easy, but now I’d either have to undo it and remake it—and believe me, you can’t guess how hard that would be—or…”
Her voice trailed off and she stared at me. “Of course that only applies to normal people. For you, it will be easy. Hold out your hand—not the one with the die.” Continue reading Jekyll Or Hyde: Part 8